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Torn Open to Holiness
I live the curtain, tangibility torn,
exposed by the holy to be sinful and worn.
Awed by the light of all-giving grace,
my ragged edges remain out of place.
But the gap remains and it will not be mended,
for the point of it all sacrificially expended
his life to rip the impenetrable veil.
Re-weaving my heart would be empty travail.
One day these fabric remains will be dust.
Yet, translucent, transparent, shaped by trust,
this tear will remain, opening to his will.
Perfectly empty. Perfectly filled.
Fool's DayWho managed to invent this conundrum?
A day during which one may freely tell the truth,
confident that nobody will believe it.
Glass Heart from Outside -5In her heart the light had clearly taken up residence. It was only beneath the coverings over her secrets that shadow remained. But for the most part, her heart was well-lit, revealing the flaws, but also somehow refreshing and renewing all that lay exposed.
They came to lean up against the glass walls and gaze into her residence to see her pain, frustration, and joys. They watched her bask in the light during the day and curl up around the fiery glow enshrined at the center when life darkened. And she seemed lonely to them, but never alone, always speaking to an invisible companion who seemed to reside within that core flame.
Sometimes an unseen hand would lift the covering over this or that pile, and she could be seen arguing, fighting to hide it once again, her voice silenced by the glass. Other times she would slowly begin to sort, reluctantly tossing blackened objects into the fire and shelving others amid the myriad of experiences already displayed beneath the light.
Catching Fire - 4As she continued to set her broken past into the fire, along with any new experiences that came along, she realized how much less she had been worrying about making people love her. The gaping need for warmth and companionship was already being filled by the flames, and the gentle advice that drifted from them helped so much in clearing the confusion of her heart.
When she looked outside, she could finally see others. So many hearts were cluttered and broken as hers had been. Some were dark, impossible to see clearly. Many shone with the same central blaze she had found, and as she watched them, she realized that they were sharing the flame. They would reach out to touched darkened hearts, and sometimes a new light would blaze up.
It would be nice to help others like that, she thought. But she still didn't know how to persuade anyone to come close enough to share. She glanced at the door, but it loomed like a threat. There was no way she was strong enough to open it. How had it grown s
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